Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 209 The Tyrant of Power

Chu Zihang flung open the car door, and the torrential rain instantly soaked him through.

The cold rain made him shiver, but it couldn't extinguish the burning golden light in his eyes or the inexplicable impulse in his chest.

Chu Zihang's hoarse shout pierced through the rain.

"dad!"

Wang Ye clicked his tongue softly, but his movements were extremely swift.

Almost at the same moment Chu Zihang stepped out of the car, he appeared in the downpour, silently standing beside Chu Zihang and pressing down on his shoulder, which was trembling slightly with excitement.

"calm down."

Wang Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange penetrating power, as if it resounded directly in Chu Zihang's mind: "Now is not the time for you to be willful."

Chu Zihang struggled to shift his gaze from his father's resolute figure as he charged away, and looked in the direction Wang Ye indicated.

Deep within the rain, Odin's colossal figure resembled an ancient, imposing mountain.

He did not personally take action; his single, burning golden eye merely watched indifferently as the tiny humans charged towards him.

However, the rain surrounding Him seemed to come alive, coalescing into countless transparent and twisted tentacles, or like sharp threads refracting cold light, sweeping over Chu Tianjiao in an overwhelming manner.

At the same time, the swarm of Deadpools behind them let out sharp hisses. They no longer approached slowly, but instead pounced on them like piranhas that had smelled blood!

The pale, distorted figure left countless ghostly trails in the torrential rain, and its greedy golden eyes instantly engulfed the Maybach's escape route.

Attack from both front and back!

Desperate situation struck in an instant!

Chu Tianjiao's figure appeared incredibly small amidst the overwhelming attack, yet he was exceptionally resolute.

The divine sword Murasame in his hand drew a chilling arc, each swing precisely severing the deadly tentacles formed by the raindrops, producing a piercing sound like cutting metal.

His movements were faster than human limits; the flash of his blade formed a silver protective barrier around him, impenetrable even to water.

But there are just too many Deadpools!
They pounced fearlessly, their sharp claws tearing through the air, their corrosive black blood splattering onto Chu Tianjiao's defensive perimeter with a sizzling sound.

He not only had to deal with the deadly moves casually laid out by the gods in front, but also had to resist the endless horde of dead servants behind him!
A flicker of surprise crossed Odin's single eye, but it was quickly replaced by indifference.

Time Zero, like Angers' Word of Power, belongs to the lineage of the King of the Sky and the Wind. In front of Odin, the Dragon King, it's like showing off one's skills before an expert.

"He won't last long."

Wang Ye's voice remained calm, but Chu Zihang could hear the gravity beneath the calm: "Odin hasn't even really made a move yet."

Chu Zihang's heart was about to leap out of his chest.

He saw his father's figure weaving and dodging amidst the rain and the monsters' attacks. Every flash of the blade inevitably brought up a spray of black blood or severed an invisible killing intent, but the space for maneuver was being compressed smaller and smaller.

They were like a lone boat in a storm, at risk of being swallowed up at any moment.

Fear, anxiety, and a deep-seated, unacknowledged concern gnawed at Chu Zihang's heart like venomous snakes.

He abruptly turned to look at Wang Ye, his golden eyes burning with an almost desperate flame: "You can do something, right? You're different! I know!" Wang Ye looked at Chu Zihang, a glint of light flashing in his molten gold eyes. Finally, following the script he had already set, he sighed softly.

"Fine, it seems I'm destined to meddle in other people's business."

He released his grip on Chu Zihang's hand and took a step forward.

As he took that step, the surrounding downpour seemed to freeze for a moment.

Wang Ye raised one hand and made a sweeping motion in the air, the movement slow and natural, carrying an indescribable sense of rhythm.

His aura suddenly changed; he was no longer the lazy transfer student, but rather like a volcano about to erupt, containing unimaginable enormous energy.

"The Golden Watchman."

He uttered three words softly.

In an instant, the space within a radius of several hundred meters centered on him and Chu Zihang underwent a strange change.

The raindrops, falling wildly, seemed to sink into a quagmire, their speed suddenly slowing down tenfold or a hundredfold, like crystalline dust floating in the air.

The Deadpools that were rushing towards them suddenly became incredibly slow. Their ferocious expressions and outstretched claws were frozen into slow-moving frames, like slow-motion shots in a movie.

Time is forcibly slowed down in this area!
Only Odin, his god-like colossal figure, seemed completely unaffected. For the first time, his burning single eye turned slightly, passing over the struggling Chu Tianjiao and landing on Wang Ye.

There seemed to be a very faint hint of... scrutiny and surprise in that gaze.

"The power of time!"

"A tyrant?!"

Odin's voice was stern, cold, and ancient, mixed with contempt and anger, and a barely perceptible warmth.

Dragons are solitary and proud. The reason why the Dragon King is the Dragon King is because they are the source of power and the absolute rulers. If hybrids are people who steal the power of "gods", then Wang Ye, the power he is showing now, is another "king"!
Just like the other twin on the throne.

Although it may seem insignificant, the nature of authority is surprisingly high.

For Odin, the king is someone who has usurped the power he holds, but it is also an opportunity. If he devours the other party, will he gain some kind of power to replenish himself?
At this moment, Odin's purpose changed. He wanted the box in Chu Tianjiao's hands, and he also wanted Wang Ye, this man who dared to overstep the authority of a king.

At this moment, Chu Tianjiao, who was struggling to cope, immediately felt the pressure decrease.

He turned around abruptly and saw the bizarre scene and Wang Ye standing beside the car, maintaining a strange hand seal with one hand. His eyes flashed with disbelief and shock.

But he was, after all, a battle-hardened S-class elite, and he instantly seized this precious moment of respite. Murasame's blade flashed, like a silver dragon turning over, instantly clearing out a large number of the slowed-down Dead Servants around him!

Black, foul-smelling blood slowly splattered, creating a bizarre and terrifying scene.

"go!"

Taking advantage of the lull, Chu Tianjiao let out a hoarse roar at Chu Zihang and Wang Ye, "Drive away! We can't hold out here for much longer!"

Chu Zihang was stunned by the surreal scene before him. He looked at Wang Ye, at the Dead Servants struggling as if in glue, and at his father seizing the opportunity to fight desperately. The overwhelming amount of information was overwhelming his understanding.

After hearing Chu Tianjiao's roar, Wang Ye did not act immediately, but instead turned his gaze to Odin.

Odin remained standing in the same spot, but He slowly raised the golden spear in His hand—Gungnir!
The spear tip was pointed not at Chu Tianjiao, but at Wang Ye!
(End of this chapter)